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Fast Futures

The future is fractal.

Okay, that’s probably bullshit, but it sounds better than saying “We can’t predict the future at all, stay frosty.”

This is also not exactly true, but it’s as true as we can make it, in human words, right now. Yeah, sure, the future is still probably composed of days, and the people experiencing it will be human (If not no, what’s the point?) etc, etc, world without end.

But that’s not what I’m talking about. The future I refer to here is the future we prepar...

We’ll Never Survive By Our Wits Alone – a Blast From The Past From May 2011

We’ll Never Survive By Our Wits Alone – a Blast From The Past From May 2011

Three days ago, I took it upon myself to dispute the conclusions of Michael Levin writing in the Forbes blog and prophesying the end of the book. Not just the end of the paper book, or the end of the book as we know it, but the end of the book, period.

He seemed to believe it was at least in part suicide, with the publishers choosing to publish a lot of things that no one really wanted to buy, and – as it were ...

Cultural legacy

I was thinking, never mind why, about large countries eating small ones next to them, or small ones surviving, and I thought, in the way that human cultures work next to each other, it’s quite possible the US will eventually eat Mexico.

Oh, not soon. 200 or 300 years. I think the idiots in power are trying to speed it up by opening the borders, but they are idiots, and their ideas rarely yield what they want.

And yes, I think right now at least, given the cultures involved, this is a ...

Sorry, I was finishing overdue work

Because it’s been a bad month, in a bad year. I mean my head is working better, but if relatives would stop threatening to die I’d appreciate it.

Meanwhile…. Promo tomorrow.
Just wanted you guys to know I’m okay.

Meme it Like it’s Hot

The Game Isn’t Worth The Candle

As the armies range on the side of Trump or the side of DeSantis; as heated words flow; as each side is incredulous the other can be in earnest — other than finding myself vaguely amused at American Greatness and their attempt at running equal and countering editorials for one or the other — all I can do is shake my head and think that the game isn’t worth the candle.

Look, I have a mild preference for Trump, simply because I’ve seen how he governed. And because DeSantis is a career poli...

Banks and You by Francis Turner

Banks and You by Francis Turner

Q: What’s the difference between Hunter Biden, Konstantin Kisin and you?

A: Access to banks

Let me explain.

Recently Konstantin Kisin (a UK comedian/commentator) got a message from the company that was acting as his bank for a podcast he does with some other people.

There then followed a certain amount of hilarity as Mr Kisin asked (not unreasonably) for a reason why and received a number of non-answers.

TRIGGERNOMETRY BANK ACCOUNT SHUT DOWN...

Nationalism, Internationalism, Empire and Colonialism

Assume everything you’ve been taught about the 20th century is wrong. Okay, so most of it isn’t if you’re going with facts and figures.

But if you look at the conclusions drawn from events, at the bigger movements you were told were behind things, everything you were told is a lie. Pretty much. Except, of course, that sometimes the people telling you the lies thought they were telling you the truth. Either because they, themselves, had been lead up the garden path by philosophers or (and...

Stock Up Now for Galt Month By Overgrown Hobbit

Stock Up Now for Galt Month By Overgrown Hobbit

June is supposed to be Pride month. I was told I’d need to apply for a religious exemption to avoid being mandated to celebrate it.  I shouldn’t be suprised: Corporate is also keen on Greed, Gluttony, and Wrath year-round.

It’s tragic. It’s horrifying that virtues like self-mastery, charity, or humility are opaque to these perverted aristos. Who do we little people think we are, wanting honesty or dignity? It’s “See deer, point horse, peo...

We Remember

In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch; be yours to ho...